Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
He pauses just for a second and takes a breath in, still gazing at me. “What are we going to do?”
Before I have a chance to ask him what he means, he grabs one of my legs and presses a kiss on my inner ankle, then kisses up my leg over and over, nipping and licking and kissing until getting to my pussy. I’m embarrassingly wet already, and I squirm as his hot breath hits my clit.
My fingers grip the cushions as I prepare for his tongue on my pussy, but he moves back and continues his kiss tirade on my other leg.
“Deacon,” I groan, at the delicious torture.
“You want my tongue.”
“I want everything,” I say, before I can realize the implications of my statement. I want everything from him sexually, but right in this moment, I want everything. I want a life with Deacon. I want to wake up every morning to him, I want to plait his daughter’s hair. I want to bathe him and soothe him when he’s sad. I want the ring, the forever, the happily ever after.
His eyes snap to mine, and I blush under his intense stare. “I want all of you,” he says in reply.
He has that. He has everything I can give.
I reach for him and he slides over me. He pauses again, gazing into my eyes as if trying to assess what I’m thinking, then he presses his lips to mine. He slides his tongue into my mouth and I wrap my arms and legs around him, trying to pull him closer and closer.
His erection presses against my folds and I just want him inside me. No condom. No barrier. No pretense.
He shifts, and I know he’s going for a condom.
“Have you been tested?” I ask.
He nods. “Every three months like clockwork.”
“I don’t want you to use a condom.” My voice is breathy and urgent. “I’ve been tested too.”
His eyes flutter closed and he buries his head into my neck. “I don’t know how long I’ll last if…”
I shift underneath him, and I can feel his tip against my entrance. He groans.
“Please, Deacon.”
He lifts himself up so he’s looking at me.
His jaw tenses and the tendons in his neck tighten, as if it’s taking his entire effort not to boil over.
Slowly, carefully, oh so tenderly, Deacon slides into me…and we’re face to face, body to body, flesh against flesh, like we’re giving ourselves to each other. It feels profound and special and like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.
I have to tamp down the overwhelming urge I have to tell him how I feel, that he’s the most special man to me, and that there’ll never be anyone else who means this much. My feelings are bubbling up and are about to overflow.
When he’s as deep as possible, our eyes lock and there’s so much unspoken between us. This moment feels like a big deal—the biggest. It’s intentional. It’s mutual and it seems like there’s no going back now, like we’re somehow joined forever.
“You okay?” he says, sweeping his lips against mine.
I nod and slide my fingers down his cheek. “Never better.”
He starts to move and everything merges into one. He groans against my ear, and I dig my fingernails into his back. He thrusts into me, with the focus he always has, and it’s almost too much. I’m going to fall apart and all that’s going to be left is what I feel for Deacon. My orgasm coils in my stomach, over and over, winding tighter and tighter.
“Deacon,” I cry out.
“Aurora,” he bellows, and he thrusts up, up, up, fucking me relentlessly, and I’m helpless. All I can do is surrender. Inside, something snaps and my climax engulfs me as Deacon calls out my name over and over, and I feel him inside me, hot and hard. His entire body stiffens and he bellows, his cries guttural and desperate.
He collapses on me and all I can do is smile, a hazy, lazy smile, as he rests between my thighs.
I stroke my fingers down his spine, and I feel his cock spring to life inside me.
“I want more,” he says against my neck.
“Take everything,” I whisper.
He groans again and starts to move inside me. Small, precise movements, charged with such intensity.
“Fuck,” he says, pushing up so he’s looking at me. “What are you doing to me?”
I shake my head. I have no idea what’s happening between us, but I can’t stop it. I don’t want to.
He kneels back, pulling me with him, my bottom on his thighs. The shift in angle makes everything hit different, and I scream. Everything he does feels so good.
“God, I’m so hard,” he bites out. “I never want to stop fucking you.”
“Don’t! Not ever,” I say.
I can’t bear the thought of never feeling like this again. And no one will ever make me feel like this again.